a Few Words
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a Few Words

Chasing Fireflies

and catching fire instead

When did it writing start feeling like pulling teeth? When did the joy of creation become a mythical creature?

Yesterday everything seemed like it wasn't meant for me but today, here I am, reaching for it anyway. I give myself the permission to speak myself instead of letting the words slip through my fingers like grains of sand.

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